Eleanor McMain High School - Echoes Yearbook (New Orleans, LA)

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Shirley Mae Vaetlm Ifditnr's Note: Wfell, girls, this marks the last time I shall he Coming to you u-ilb stories by our students. It has been iz great plmszne and privilege to work with the tearhers and members uf the Staff, and I want to thunk the persons who lmrc' made it possible for me to bvronle one of thc u'orkc'rs. I hare deeply afvprefiated your ro- nflrrutirnz during the pus! year. Al- though I am leaving, I sincerely hope you will Umtinue the good :fork und bring lo my sufressor some real Mu- .llt1i11 nmlcriul. I iran! to irish her, ll'I1ll!'l'L'l' she may be, the best of llltfk in her lmsiliou as literary editor. llfell, enough of this-let's get to the stories. Here they are, girls, amz' I hope you will enjoy reading them as muah as I have enjoyed rollefting them for you. S..lI.V. A Chocolate Soda, Please Carolyn Earl, '42 UWELL, that's that, said Mau- reen as she hung up the re- ceiver and replaced the phone on her table. Why, on Saturday of all days, did Paula Ford have to ask me to luncheon? After all, Saturday was the nicest morning to sleep late. She yawned, stretched luxuriously and glanced at the noisy little clock on her dresser. Oh, ten thirty, she cried, struggling into her robe, crawling under the bed for her other slipper, and trying to open the bed- E-C-H-O'-lj-S Just a chocolate soda, please room window all at the same time. She gave a sudden, despairing cry as she remembered the sad fate of her last good pair of stockings and real- ized that her blue dress needed press- ing. Mother, oh Mother she called from the head of the stairs. What is it, dear? this lady answered from the kitchen from which direction came the delicious odor of hot biscuits. Paula just 'phonedj' said Mau- reen, pattering down the stairs and coming into the kitchen to sample the biscuits. She wants me to meet her in town at eleven-thirty to shop and have lunch, went on Maureen as she perched on the tabletop and swung her feet. My hose look as if they've been through the warg be- sides my blue dress is dreadfully mussed and,-look what time it is! Can Dad drive me down, or has he already gone to the office? Yes, dear, he has already left with the car, but I will press your dress, and you may borrow my new chiffon hose. I'll have a bite of breakfast ready when you are dressed. Oh, Mums, you are a darling, responded her daughter as she turned and flew upstairs again. Half an hour later she was readyg her long black hair falling in soft waves around her face, the blue dress and accessories an exact dupli- Cut by Carolyn Earl cation of the color of her soft, dark fringed eyes. It was not until ten minutes after she had left, that her mother realized that she had forgotten to tell Mau- reen that her Daddy was bringing some out-of-town friends to dinner. Maureen, catching the bus at the corner, arrived in town fifteen minutes before she was to meet Paula. Passing by the soda fountain in Rogers' Department Store, she saw one of the new chocolate sodas being mixed. Having time to spare, she sat down at the fountain and ordered one, feeling guilty, knowing that every penny should be saved for the tiny radio she had planned on buying. After one sip, however, she decided it was just about the best soda she had ever had. It tasted differ- ent somehow-and now she knew why Beth and the gang had all raved about Rogers' chocolate sodas. She had just settled down to en- joy it when, from the corner of her eye, she saw some one sit beside her. She paid no heed until she heard a very charming masculine voice say, One of those new super- chocolate sodas, please. Well, after that she just had to learn to whom such a nice voice belonged. So cautiously, from under her soft wide- brimmed hat she peeped out, only to realize that he had been looking at her. She dropped her eyes, but she Twenty-fiz'c

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Twent y-f our Best All Around.-. Most Popular ....... Brightest ...... Best Natured ........ Best Athlete ....... Sweetest ........ Cutest ........ Prettiest ........ Most Sophisticated ....... Best Dressed ........ Friendliest ..,.... Wittiest ....,... Peppiest ..,.,.. Most Talented ........ Senior A Ballot lgl l2 ,.,,,,,l1 l2 1 Q1 l2 lgl l2 1 gr 1 12 4 S1 l2 lgl 4 A Farewell to McMain Etta Mae Palmixano, '41 Farewell- Now, dear MfMdIn, I leave you. I'1fe done my he.rt to pleaye you- MrMain, how hard Foe tried. Love you? With all my heart, I love you. No other.r are ahove you- You fill my heart with pride. I entered with glatlnem- Ileare you with ,fadneJJ- For you gave me mem'rie.x' immortal. Now- For a girl you have befriended Four happy year: are ended. A lait farewell to you, MrMain. S1 I2 l2 S1 l2 gl l2 lgl l2 Margaret Henley Mary Dubourg Mary Dubourg Margaret Henley Mary Knight Margie Berry Margaret Henley Gloriana jahn Rita Comrada Juanita Wild Gloriana Jahn jane Willem Jayne Brennan Doris Monnin Doris Burnham Emily Wood Clare Zander Sadie Lomm Margaret Henley Gloriana jahn Betty Cadzow june Ragas Betty Cadzow June Zatarain Etta Mae Palmisano Robin Ahrens C-H

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had seen what an attractive young person the voice belonged to. Pardon me , he said politely, but aren't you-, I mean, do you-. Maureen glanced withering- ly at him and interrupted in her coldest toneg Pardon me, but I am not in the habit of speaking to strangers. Wait a minute, we aren't stran- gers, that is, if you-. And having finished her soda, Maureen rose quickly, glanced at her wrist watch, then turned to the young man. Pm sorry, but I have never laid eyes on you in my life , and, with that, she spun on her heel and marched out. As she left, the brown-haired young man got to his feet, mum- bling, Say, I'm sorry, but- , all to no avail for the girl was already swallowed up in the crowd outside. Oh, well, he argued as he went back to finish his soda, I could have sworn she was kin to O'Reillyg-- those eyes, why they're exactly like his . . . I7 ' 4 4 if It was not until Paula and she were on their way home that she thought again -of the incident. It was about five-thirty when Maureen stepped from the bus to walk the remaining half block home. She had gone only a few steps when she noticed a strange coupe on the drive. Now, who could that be? she thought as she closed the garden gate and came up the walk to the porch. As she entered the hall, her father was saying, There she is now. Oh, Maureen come into the living roomg there's someone I want you to meet. The girl went in, knowing that her Dad's friends were usually middle- aged lawyers who could talk about the most uninteresting things. Mau- reen scarcely heard her father make the introductions, for, after one look at the taller of the two men, she collapsed into a chair, breathless with laughter. The strange, yet familiar young man gazed smilingly down into Mau- reen's eyes, his own sparking with amazement. As she came back to earth again, she heard her father say: You see, dear, Mr. Keith Hud- son has been transferred to our town, I hope you will take care of young Hudson and see that he meets your friends and has a good time. And Keith, I hope you and my daugh- ter will get along-You know, with a wink at Maureen, great grand- mother O'Reilly had quite a temper and I don't believe this generation has outgrown it yet. Almost four minutes later Mau- reen and Keith were seen crossing the fresh green lawn, hand in hand. Where do you two think you're headed for? asked Maureen's Dad from the doorway. As they approached the coupe, Keith answered, Just to get a soda, sir , and then, turning to Maureen with a twinkle in his eye, he grinned, And a chocolate one at that! Blind Date Robin Ahrens, C'42D MOONLIGHT, deep, almost haunt- ing in its beautiful silence, shone through the balcony windows, pat- terning shadows on the floor about two silhouetted figures, bathing them in celestial radiance. Hair shining with splendor, eyes with dew, one raised a starry face, so apart of the -mystery about her, whispering, I long to kill myself for you, to sacri- fice myself, to pour myself out at your feet! Passionately, she cried, I didn't want to love you like this. I felt afraid. But my heart was like a tight little bud of a flower at the first touch of the hot sun. Its petals relaxed and fell apart. Now they are open, Paolo, and dropping, and you may crush me, if you like. You may mush mel May crush me! the other prompt- ed laughingly. Slew slay, plush me-cray mush me-aw . . . ! Her hair shining no longer, but unartistically pinned up with disillusioning hair curlers, she wailed, Oh, Janie, what am I going to do? It's hopeless! I'll never make Twenl y-six the class play. I can't learn these lines! And I've just got to make a good impression! Don't make so much noise or you'll wake everyone, Jane caution- ed patiently. Now, here's your cue: 'Tell me'. I'.m certainly glad I don't want a part. It's too much work! You don't have to be in it to shine, Jane, Pat moaned disconso- lantly. You'll probably be voted the best all around and the prettiest in the class, but I won't get anything if I'm not in the play. I want every- one to know I'm graduating. I want the girls ten years from now to say, 'Oh, yes. I remember her. She graduated with me, starred in our class play. But, Pat, you have the prettiest eyes in the class. I've heard many people say . . . Who for instance? she demand- ed. Well, I don't know. People . . . You've heard no such thing, Jane Martin, and you'll never hear of it either, because . . . She broke off. Oh, Janie, what's the use of having beautiful eyes when nobody can see them through these horrid old thick glasses, she sobbed. That's why no- body wants to take me to the prom. No boy likes a girl with four eyes. Oh, I wish we weren't even having one! You stop that! Jane cried. Of course, you're glad we're having it. Besides, isn't my cousin going to take you? You'll have him in your clutches the minute he sees you. It's no use, Janie. You can't lead a boy into something like that with- out warning him, and as soon as you tell him I wear glasses, he'll get the impression I'm an old maidish prim, and he'll wiggle out of taking me, Pat said hopelessly. And I do look like an old maid, too. If he's as good looking as you say he is, he wouldn't even bother . . . Oh, he's good looking all right, Jane said thoughtfully, if he hasn't changed in a year. He'll be glad to take you, because he doesn't know anyone else down here. And then, Pat, why wear your glasses at all? But-but I can't see without them, Pat said bewilderedly. You can see up close, and that's fContinued on page 341 E-C-H-O-E-S